There's nothing on the evening news
About the pending end-game blues
The visions and ambitions
Mer screams
Dragon dreams
Squires and friars
Liars and pilferers
Young and old
Humanity still clueless
As the death bell tolls
For his long, long lost soul
And there's still…
Nothing on the evening news
About the intricacies, the desperation 
And the unbending march towards
The pending end-game blues
Nothing 
And everything
How much sand is left that specific hourglass?
No amount of money can settle your bills from the past
Can you hear the ghosts screaming, crying and dying?
Can you feel them smiling and laughing?
Me hear de subtle knocking…
Visions and ambitions
Mer schemes
Dragon dreams
There's nothing on the puppet news
About the destined end-game blues
The anchor's come and they leave
Fancy dresses and suited sleeves
Everything and nutn dem know
A way a u dey tink a u a go?

Mermaids
Short and tall 
Fleeing on so many terrified unicorns
In full pursuit...
A black and red snake with crazy bull-like horns
That's a race she will lose
You can bet the house on that fact
And still…
Nothing, nada 
On the evening news

But there will be
News
Someplace

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